[ He could never tire of Nanami’s mouth on him, open and hungry and claiming. It sends heat bolting down his spine, but as ever, there’s an undercurrent of just… warmth there too. Something so soft and gentle and fond.
His hands, having somehow come to rest on Nanami’s shoulders in all the shifting around, tighten their grip, fingers curling against hard muscle as a thrill runs through him. ]
Guess I’m wearing a scarf tomorrow, huh?
[ It’ll be a fashion statement for sure, but certainly not one he has any objections to. ]
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His hands, having somehow come to rest on Nanami’s shoulders in all the shifting around, tighten their grip, fingers curling against hard muscle as a thrill runs through him. ]
Guess I’m wearing a scarf tomorrow, huh?
[ It’ll be a fashion statement for sure, but certainly not one he has any objections to. ]
Or… maybe we can just stay in, instead.